ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS - King Among Kings lyrics

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(feat. Chief Kamachi, Vinnie Paz, Esoteric, Celph Titled)

[Intro: Chief Kamachi]

Yeah, uh

The dark arts

AOTP, yeah

Feel like the nineties right here don't it

Yeah uh uh, uh uh take 'em back

Yeah, yo

[Chief Kamachi:]

Yo I'm a pharaoh my street magic been on deck

I'm the north Philly Imhotep, you ain't been no threat

Look at the walls to my lingual set

In the trim on the gold coffin where my demo's kept

It's Kamachi my legendary status is earned

With the ashes of dead faggots from the Vatican burned

I don't care unless the murder of the Pope is concerned

I'm +Violent By Design+ with the scope in the urn

You sweet wearing sequins stroking a perm

I'm in the desert with fatigues try'na focus the germ

Yeah, and all you see is blocks of fire

Suicide bombers screaming what to Allah

Y'all try'na play heavenly angels

Get ya halos mangled, in the throat of ya saviour strangled

Enough to baffle your ears a little shrapnel from the chapel stairs

[Vinnie Paz:]

Ayyo my flow is pain

I feel nothing I'm bleeding over Cain

This is a soldier game fuck 'em buck 'em blow his brain

I camel-clutch mics put ya fuckin' soul in flames

Take a hold of you and scold you with Jehovah's name

We fuckin' load and aim, ayyo Chief Kamach'

Take these rappers and strangle 'em until they breathing stops

We talking weed and rocks, Desert E's and glocks

The only thing that make me happier is bleeding cops

I only fuck around with ill rappers

My homie Celph got the heritage, stealth and all the ill clappers

You only mad 'cos your flame is dying

It ain't hard to find you can catch me on the grind with Seamus Ryan


Master builder

Rap British Bulldog boy ask Mathilda

Cats with the steel young god

The soul benders with uncontrollable tempers

Leave you dead in your Nikes like you was heaven's scapegoat members

Yonder yo the, money folder with that funky odour

Don't get it twisted like I'm speakin' with the tongue of Yoda

You stay behind the voices like a cock-less thunder quoter

I'm sayin' fuck the voices like a foreign country soldier

Shay's worthy my family play dirty

We continue to diss you discontinue like a J-30

(Money wants you killed) Yo you better tell cuz'

To rely on M-16s like D-12 does

[Celph Titled:]

It's the Army of the Pharaohs

Make a threat, you're hardly a scarecrow

We provide you with ammo knockin' off your sombrero

So move back bandejo, you dealin' with a lot of these guys

Who rock silk suits with Mafia ties

I'm blazing hot, open my mouth, flames come out

You's a snitch open your mouth, and names come out

So we gonna, hop your top off and brains come out

Nigga I thought you said you knew, what a gangsta 'bout?

Hang 'em out, these pussies is wet, leave 'em to dry

I do the work of the devil, I'm a +hell of a guy+

Unload the MP5 and leave your studio sprayed

And have blood squirting out ya head like Coolio's braids

Doggy this is how we slaughter heads

Catch you sleepin' stab you so deep the tip of the blade puncture your water bed

'Cos I'm the type to slice the skin on your back off

Come back a week later and slice the motherfuckin' scab off

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